where are you?

hey

your poem turns me on 

pink teeth

looking to those birds stained my eyelids

a red petal 

i tesselate in the sea

this snail on the sidewalk will take days and for the runner with a painted face it is just 

a new day

this year we will still fight for the sand under my fingernails

and bodies white from their souls will to dance 

these water eyes against preto told me linda and we reflected to each other for years

and we handed dende scented food to her far eyed daughter

i can't wipe the ash off His bedsheets

i told him (and it is the truth) tonight i will always love Him

and only He will notice:

my eyes turned turquoise today.

but between the three, the ghosts and fathers and holy things

-today as the sun came up one wingspanned spirit burst into my spine and is flowing cool forever-

i found myself free

madrugada sutra

i couldn't sleep until sunday:

these crocodiled dreams

e minha medida

measure life on earth

i saw those white crosses stuck 

in front of bay views and it smells sweet,

a madrugada sunflower. 

some rainbow serpant deity hums behind me and chucks a mango to the sea

and i walk with the skinny yellow light etched sideways between dripping waterfallen trees

the space between green

and those sad eyed leaves

illustrate each other

those ghosts- i opened the white shutters to the window of salvador 

and felt those souls bend down the hills.

all after a bright night lamp burning my knees whispering to him into the hot cracks of my bed:

i saw them all, human beautiful hairy and naked waiting to be set free

then me,

wondering if my shadow is lighter than others 

watching a black haired angel dangle her feet over the sunsetting water

as the wind fish skip to a million guitar chorded sighs 

a cat has been crying all night to the creeping bixo vines

like the young laughter outside a few yesterdays ago

define each other 

lao tzu murakami ginsberg mind song

harmonizes einsteins dreamland with my mantra to be

before those ghosts were there. 

and then somewhere, dimension three maybe,

that hip dance down the street winding through a swelling morning

i let them out but with moonlight in my arches

so we could be together

the angelic egyptian plover bird of the madrugada 

together we all arched our back to the ocean's turn

and let the foam of our sweet saudade saddened lives fall 

to a sleep in the sand

com certeza bomfim smiles to my future orixa:

oracles invisible dance in drunken bullet wounded legs lying lovely together

while the sugar night rain beats my heart to keep

swimming sonhos forever

eu a brisa

se a juventude que essa brisa canta

ficasse aqui comigo mais um pouco

eu poderia esquecer a dor

de ser tao so, pra ser um sonho

dai entao quem sabe alguem chegasse

buscando um sonho em form de desejo

felicidade entao pra nos touxesse a lua

se o amor chegasse eu nao resitiria

e a madrugada acalentaria nossa paz

fica, o brisa fica, pois talvez quem sabe

o inesperado faca uma surpresa

e traga alguem que queira te escutar

e junto a mim queira ficar 

caetano veloso

i woke up this morning to a new invisibility. 

uma transparencia tranquila que existe na brisa e no sorriso dele

three words

and it's not a stupid away message: that's all this ritmo is right? one big away message and i am going to be honest. you're different it's all news just the same struggle of words within paper wires. i'm dragging a pull that never left. a boy pulls a long string across the sand left his kite to the sea. leaving me here to search through your sandy spanish words in your shit. to find you again. 

areia: remember? 

reading blogs like a bible. who am i. i pray to my yemanja and find peace there only, olha na agua um passaro. minha alma ja foi com suas pinturas de cara: i am exposed rotting in the sun like her strange fruit on holiday. invisibility drives me, drives me crazy and i think i'm a schizophrenic watch this security inside out spill ha it's a lie never went away. or did it. i love you i can't sleep wake me up fuck this shit i can't help but blame myself 

for feeding fogo seco

e tudo nessa porra lingua e ai rapaz? porque voce entende voce sabe tudo e eu, estou procurando pra puta. a verdade: eu estou mais nao sou. puta que parilho esa barilho de poesia

o velho e o mar

o espelho reflete certo; nao erra porque nao pensa

fernando pessoa